U.S.S. Shran, NCC-59
T'Pol walked into the ship's study to find Captain Archer reading a book.
"What are you reading?" T'Pol asked.
Archer looked up from his book and folded it down against his chest. He then leaned his head forward so he could see over his spectacles and smiled at T'Pol.
"This?" Archer said. "This is a collection of works by Samuel Beckett. I've grown to enjoy his plays over the years."
"Which one are you reading now?" T'Pol asked.
"Happy Days, actually," Archer said. "Don't tell me you're read Beckett?"
T'Pol walked over to the chair Archer was sitting in. "I am well verse in the classics. I have found Irish literature especially stimulating," she said as she put her hand on Archer's shoulder with a very gentle squeeze.
Archer raised an eyebrow and looked up at T'Pol. "Stimulating?"
"Yes," T'Pol said. "Stimulating."
Archer kept a fix on T'Pol for just a moment, and thought he saw the Vulcan smile out of the corner of her mouth. He tried to look away, but couldn't.
"Oh, boy."